This morning me, Alice and M went into town to choose Alice a coat for her birthday. the one she got looks okay – but I don’t like it at all. My mum is so untrendy, she calls Jez my ‘bloke’. Bloke! Who says bloke nowadays – well, she does obviously. Jez can’t see me tomorrow the fucking prick – I really want to see him – what a bastard – I’m going to write him a letter telling him what I think of him.
28th December 1985 Saturday